How to Break a Strong Person: For Dummies

Did you take offence, when I told you that if a mountain were to grow itself atop your shoulders, You would break? Did you think your blown-glass bones wouldn't shake? Wouldn't shatter? Wouldn't steal or take, the last breath from your parchment lungs?

You rebel, did you shout back? At me. When I told you not to cry in the shower, because your moth-wing skin would surely plaster to the tile walls. In a sticky, salty mess. Did you think that tears were harmless? Wouldn't stress, your sugar-spun heart.

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